It’s an illegal search. He had no reason to believe we were drinking. It was all bullshit, but it doesn’t matter. We aren’t hiding anything, so let them search.
“Nothing.” The young cop says quietly as he comes back to where we are standing in front of the SUV.
“Of course you found nothing because we were doing nothing wrong,” Rain tells him.
Even in the dark, I can see his cheeks turn pink.
Hampton grits his teeth. “Sobriety test. We all know you are drunks, so you’re going to fail.”
Much to his dismay, we pass the test with flying colors. We didn’t even have a beer with dinner, which we would have if this shit wasn’t hanging over our heads.
“This can’t be,” Hampton mutters. “We are searching them. Turn around and face the truck.”
“Sir, don’t we need to call for a female officer for that?” the young cop asks.
“Do what I say,” Hampton hisses.
“Officers, I would like to inform you that my brother and I are both wearing body cams and have dash cams mounted to our bikes. This entire interaction has been taped and will be reported to the proper authorities for the illegal search and unjustified stop,” Wolf tells them calmly.
“I didn’t sign up for this,” the young cop mutters before stomping back to the SUV.
“This isn’t over,” Hampton says, looking right at me.
“It is, and you know it,” I tell him.
“Mark my words, I’ll take you down,” Hampton says.
“And again, that’s caught on camera. I would walk away before you say anything you can’t take back,” Rain warns him.
We watch as he angrily walks away. It’s only when he turns out of sight do we all take a deep breath.
“You okay?” I ask everyone.
“That was nerve-racking. I mean, I knew we didn’t do anything wrong, but still.” Aspen sighs.
Rain leans into me, and I rub my hand along her back. “I just want to go home.”
Goddamn Hampton and his vendetta against me. He ruined tonight, and if I have my way, he will pay for it. One way or another.
“Let’s go home, baby,” I tell her, but I look over at Wolf.
He nods, silently telling me he will pass along what just happened.
This is far from over. In fact, I have a feeling things are really just starting, and everything up until now has been child’s play.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Rain
The media shitstormthat followed our traffic stop has been outrageous. I never knew so many people around the world cared about what the cops in Colorado are doing. I guess it’s not just our cops, though. This social injustice campaign is worldwide. There are people from Australia calling for Hampton’s head.
It created such a stir that the district attorney called us into his office. I was willing to go right away, but Ridge told me to make them wait. He didn’t want to go without our lawyer.
So here we sit, Ridge on one side of me, our lawyer on the other. The district attorney sits on the other side of his desk, watching the raw footage from the body cams.
When he is done, he sighs and rubs his face.
